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The silence stretches between us. I risk a glance up to find a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“No need to be embarrassed, Blue.” His voice is gentle, with a teasing tilt. “I’m flattered. Here, let me do something for you until the food arrives.”

Connor moves behind me and places his hands on my shoulders. His fingers begin to knead the tense muscles along my neck and shoulders with surprising skill.

I exhale slowly and close my eyes, the tension melting away under his ministrations. “Mmm. That feels amazing.”

His hands skim lower, massaging the length of my back.

One hand continues its path down my spine. The other moves to cup my breast through my shirt, squeezing gently.

I tense, grasping at his wrist. “Connor, I’m a mess.”

“Shh. Just feel.” His lips graze my neck, teeth nipping at my skin. “Let me take care of you. And besides, you’re my mess.”

His fingers slip under my shirt, rolling my nipple between them, making me moan softly.

“Do you still want me to stop?”

“No.”

His other hand moves beneath my sweatpants, inching down until he reaches the apex of my thighs. “The things I wanna do to you, Blue.”

My eyes flutter shut as a single finger eases into my wet heat, crooking to stroke just the right spot.

How is he doing this?

He adds another finger, stroking faster. The coil of heat inside me tightens, pleasure building with each thrust of his fingers until I’m teetering on the verge of an exquisite abyss. Myhead falls back on his shoulder, my breath coming out in ragged gasps.

“Please. I’m so close.” I rock my hips into his touch, seeking more friction.

A throaty chuckle vibrates against my neck. One of his large hands cradles my hip possessively, holding me steady as he delves deeper and curls his fingers, hitting that spot again.

I cry out, my fingers digging into his arm as the pleasure overwhelms me, and I come undone.

“That’s it, let go for me,” Connor rasps.

Wave after wave crashes through me until I’m trembling in his arms, utterly spent. He holds me close, nuzzling my hair and placing soft kisses along my shoulder. I melt into him, basking in the afterglow.

“So, do I get my dinner tomorrow evening?”

I nod, still a bit hazy.

Connor chuckles, his lips brushing my ear as he speaks again. “Use your words, Blue.”

“Yes.”

Chapter 19

Mary

The interior of the restaurant is intimate yet sophisticated, with dimmed lights casting a warm glow across the plush seats and marble tables.

A grand piano stands in one corner, with a pianist playing jazz melodies that drift through the air like smoke. Waiters glide past, their movements fluid and graceful as they deliver drinks and dishes.

Everything here feels designed to impress. Even the cutlery gleams in the candlelight. I would love this for one of our hotels.

“Beautiful place. I’ve never been here before,” I say.

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